Gun Talk Willie D (Ft. Outlawz & Spice 1)

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Nineteen-mothafuckin-ninety-nine
Willie D
Retreat or get hit
I'm loved by few, hated by many
But guess what?
I don't give a shit

[Verse 1: Willie D]
Fuck it, in the bucket, ready for the drama
Finna heat this mothafucka up like Texas in the summer
Trauma comin like a cold blue, got your body shakin' like jelly
Leavin' you smelly with bullet wounds to the belly
My adversaries want me dead, my survival's crucial
I see caskets in your mothafuckin future
If you're neutral, stay the hell away from me, bitch
Cause this rotten nigga's ain't never gonna be shit
Mom did her best, but I guess her best wasn't good enough
Cause I stopped knockin' bitches out when my nuts got bigger
Bought me a gun and shot my first nigga
Trigger-happy laws suck my cock-suckin' balls
I have the paramedics cleanin' out your fuckin drawers
They put my mothafuckin homie in the slammer, black
For a stray shooter and a gram of crack
Damn, this track make me wanna eat it up and shit it out
Pork made when I hit a cop
I'm havin' dreams of bloody pictures
My adversary makin wishes
But I ain't sparin' them bitches